Two weeks back, at the onset of the semester break, I went for a drive to KKB - Kuala Kubu Baru since I haven't seen it for awhile now...my father was actually from here (Kerling) and I remember travelling from Raub to KKB on occasions as we had cousins and aunts there. Not anymore, helas. The thing that really sticks in my head is the journey itself through the winding mountain road and Orang Asli with their rattan backpacks at the town square...actually near the fruit stall at the town's entrance (there used to be huge rain trees and the town was a lot less 'hot' than now...).
A cascade at the Gunung Semangkok Permanent Forest Reserve.
View of the dam built for water and electricity hunger of the Klang valley, submerging parts of Kg. Pertak, an Orang Asli encampment. We used to picnic here when I was a child...
Another view from the hillslope off the main trunk road.
A Terap fruit, same family with the jackfruit. The ripe fruit has a very strong aroma, velvety skin but tiny white fruit inside with tiny seed. The seeds are good roasted.
First impression of the now KKB...
old pre-war shops...
Found an old Hainanese Coffeeshop. Like everywhere else in Malaysia, Hainanese coffeeshops are synonymous with pre-war Straits Chinese settlements in most towns that dot the Peninsular West Coasts.
One of the most iconic Hainanese dish besides the famed Chicken Rice: Hainanese-styled Chicken Chop. This one has strange presentation but the taste was not bad.
People still live in old town houses like this one!
An old cinema converted into a psychedelic snooker center...
Hallmark of Strait Chinese architecture - aligned corridors of shops for the tropical heat...
No comments:
Post a Comment